Like a dead branch on a tree, I blend in to the scenery. Bitter scent approaches my presence as many other dead branches form around me from the same tree. My existence itself is very limited to the tree I belong to. Sweet breeze, and drops of rainbow wanders around me night and day. Warmth, I feel, but cannot respond to. Light, I see, but can't stare at. Mesmerized by the taste of melodies from the birds, I realize that my roles are strictly given for me. Inevitable future, lies over my head, grinning back. I am just a dead branch on a tree. My role is to stay here, just like Many Other Of Us, and someday disappear without a spot. Past marches, as the ants march along the path next to me. The past I cannot change, the future I cannot change, these thoughts surround me like owls every night the sun goes to sleep. I am a regretful dead branch on a tree, in a middle of a forest, where I can't be heard from the world.
Like a dead branch on a tree, I blend in to the scenery. Bitter scent approaches my presence as many other dead branches form around me from the same tree. My existence itself is very limited to the tree I belong to. Sweet breeze, and drops of rainbow wanders around me night and day. Warmth, I feel, but cannot respond to. Light, I see, but can't stare at. Mesmerized by the taste of melodies from the birds, I realize that my roles are strictly given for me. Inevitable future, lies over my head, grinning back. I am just a dead branch on a tree. My role is to stay here, just like Many Other Of Us, and someday disappear without a spot. Past marches, as the ants march along the path next to me. The past I cannot change, the future I cannot change, these thoughts surround me like owls every night the sun goes to sleep. I am a regretful dead branch on a tree, in a middle of a forest, where I can't be heard from the world.